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A friend with past life recall had a dream the other night about the First World War….

He emailed me thinking that it was such an awful dream hoping that it is was just a bad dream and not a memory. He dreamed that a French speaking military force destroyed a French speaking village (that had a different accent) and that the villagers came to us – the German airfield for help. I know that accidents do occur in war time, but he assured me that it was done on purpose with great malice.

Then I started to have the memory flashes.

An overcast day – it’s hard to tell what time it is – I feel like I am standing next to one of the buildings at the airbase and am looking westwards and people are showing up. There is a perplexed feeling in my mind as this is something I have not experienced before. I see a man about late forties with salt and pepper hair – lots of white – with a thick mustache wearing civilian clothes, dress pants, dress shirt, a vest, no jacket and he tells me something and pointing in the direction of where I am looking. I can see in the distance fields and canal systems, some rows of bushes along the small canals – these are for irrigation – and the guy is telling me something and I see a teenage light haired female in a light colored dress that is not long and she is walking this way with something in her arms and she looks miserable and dirty. And there are others… They all look like they are covered in light dust.

They are akin to zombies covered in dust and the emotional feeling from them is despair and extreme shock. As a commander of a military base that is supposed to be their enemy in this conflict – I am perplexed as to what to do. These are civilians. These are just regular people that have been attacked by forces that are supposed to be on their side – whatever that means. There is often a feeling that the war doesn’t make any sense, and this certainly is one of those situations.

I shared this description with my friend and it matches what he recalls. He recalls going immediately to the village to help find survivors. He took a rifle and found a small enemy force there committing atrocities to the villagers. He said that he eventually ended up in hand to hand combat with some of these enemy soldiers. (He had been Karl Emil Schaefer and certainly had a reputation for being a man of action.)

I later asked another friend who was my younger brother, Lothar, during the war and was also a pilot under my command if he recalled any such situation to which he replied that it occurred more than once.

Today, my friend who used to be Emil, did some research and did find references to towns and villages being completely destroyed during WWI. We think it was one of the villages near the Douai or Roucourt base – I don’t recall the names so much as what it looked like and I have not found many pictures of the bases during the time. He found a list of destroyed villages during the war and there were two names that rang a bell with me, but that does not mean they were the village in question. Louvemont-Côte-du-Poivre and Beaumont-en-Verdunois were the two places listed that rang a bell. I had originally thought that it had been a village in Belgium.

It is at moments like this that I really wish reincarnation was more fully accepted and that we could do some serious research work based upon what we are recalling. So many of us with real legitimate memories could offer clues about the past and work with archeologists, anthropologists, and historians to discover hidden and lost events of the past. It’s all in my head – there are times when I wish I could simply show it to people like a film.

One of my goals is to document some of these past life memories for future generations to examine. Just because people have closed minds now does not mean that future generations will be as such. In the past 20 years I have seen people go from the attitude that there is no thing such as ghosts to let’s try and document these ghost experiences and understand what they really are.

I find myself feeling very stressed about the current political climate here in the United States. And I keep asking myself questions: Is it really that bad? Am I just being more empathic than normal? What is causes me so much emotional and physical stress and pain? Is my health deteriorating? Am I remembering something?

Often with past life memories current situations that are relevant to past experiences will often ring resounding alarms bells in one’s soul. I don’t actually recall ever being a part of a revolution. But I saw the results of the French Revolution, and it was hideous. I was part of a military force that was sent by Empress Marie Teresa to pick up her daughter and grandchildren. We would have taken Louie if it was desired by him as well, but when we arrived….the absolute murder and carnage was frightening. If I had not been a part of a very well trained heavily armed military force, I would have been worried that I would have been murdered as well and for no reason other than someone could grab me and steal stuff. They were killing for fun, revenge, for the pleasure of the power of taking another’s life and liberty. It was the unbridled party of the sick and depraved. The piles of corpses next to their coliseum like execution gallows were decadent in the amount of dead. I remember seeing carts of people being taken away and one young girl about 13 or 14 dressed in a peachy silken dress was holding a little boy about 9 years old and she called out to us for help. My heart went out to this striking young beauty and I wondered what a child could have done to warrant being hauled away in a prisoners’ cart.

Later when the so called people in charge had informed us that our Empress’s daughter had been slaughtered and the urge to lay waste to the whole city was being repressed, we rode out of that wasteland of humanity and much to my dismay and horror I saw a headless corpse of the same peachy silken dress that I had seen earlier. This memory seems to be burned into my soul. The absolute injustice of the whole thing…. The gruesome joy that men and women took in murdering and tormenting their fellow man in such a gleeful party like fashion…. These people were all so pretentiously puffed up with self importance that they did not see the depths that they had sunken to.

I don’t want to experience that again.

I keep telling myself that this won’t happen in the United States and that people here are good souls and won’t lose their minds. But at one time French people must have thought the same thing along with all the other countries of Europe.

I am seeing such a great polarization of the population of this country, and it is scary. I keep waiting for that one small incident that will set people over the edge and then Hell will break lose. A perfect time to invade or attack all those far away places that we have attached our influence to…. Not a nice thought, but a possibility.

If we are doomed to repeat history because we ignore it, then logically, if we pay attention to history and recognize what is happening here (by the way it’s very much like old Rome here just before it fell apart), then we should be able to do something positive to prevent the strife or at least reduce it while working to fix what has been broken. People have to open their eyes and see what they are doing and this very much also includes people of wealth and power. Intelligent thoughtful actions by some of the more powerful people can go a long way in reducing the carnage and destruction, and yes, it will cost them money, but the investment will pay off so richly in the future. Suffering masses are being manipulated and eventually this will turn ugly unless wise action is taken.

I have really enjoyed the BBC series Downton Abby. The clothing, the technology, the furniture, the architecture, the lifestyle, and the attitudes are all so familiar and comfortable to me. We have so many wonderful things now, but we have lost so much in this past 100 years. I could so easily walk into that world as Manfred or Siegfried although it is set in the U.K., which was I think somewhat more repressive or perhaps more restrictive than Europe. Especially for women. And as Manfred or Siegfried I’m not really sure I even thought about how women lived and what they could and could not do. We all had rules that we had to live by and that was the way things were.

What strikes me as being so familiar about the lifestyle of the Lord and Lady Grantham and their immediate family is how they lived. Taking time to go for walks on the property, horseback riding, sitting with family and guests for tea, meals, and after dinner conversation, so much of this is lost. While Manfred did not live as a British Earl of the time, he did have a very nice home and a title that afforded him the ability to have doors opened to him. Siegfried on the other hand was high nobility and lived on a hillside castle manor house with huge grounds that included a private lake and a house full of servants, so my experiences there may be more akin to the Downton Abby story, but Manfred was alive during the first part of the series unlike Siegfried who lived about 60 years earlier.

Another familiar aspect of the life during the time period of the Downton Abby series is the commitment that people made towards their personal honor. I find that so lacking now. Honor and personal pride is not just for the upper classes and their high social circles and grand living, it is how a man or woman takes pride in the things they do and the way they are in the world. It is important for the household staff to be dressed sharply and be professional for themselves as professionals. Their position seems demeaning or meaningless to outsiders but to them they are professional housekeepers, butlers, footmen, maids, valets with a code of ethics and a standard of performance. They do not wish to have one among them that sullies their reputation or ruins the morale of their team. I often think that modern Americans take a snobby and somewhat ignorant attitude towards these hard working souls. I think that most Americans take an uninformed attitude towards the nobility as well. I was a nobleman as Manfred and Siegfried, and I do not ever recall lording over others my status or title unless it was absolutely necessary. That sort of pretentious behavior was rarely ever required or desired. We all had a role to fill just as Lord Grantham reminds his future heir that if he suddenly deemed his valet to be obsolete that he would be denying that man his trade in life. Sometimes so called high ideals can be very costly to the people that they are meant to assist.

Another aspect that I notice is the great change in women from the past to the present. And I am not trying to be mean here, but I think the women of the past often seemed more feminine and beautiful. It’s not that modern women are not sexy, but something is very different and it’s somewhat sad like they have lost something. I am not completely sure of what that was or is. I recall from my past all sorts of women who had varying degrees of personality traits with some being very bold and intelligent and others shy and somewhat naive, but both kinds retained this unknown quality from the past. Perhaps modern women are less focused or are more stressed than their earlier counterparts. In these times women are expected to be mothers, be fashionable, obtain a higher education, be successful, and obtain a money earning occupation while doing all of the aforementioned tasks. Do modern women truly have any time for friendship?

For that matter do modern men of this so called western culture have time for friendship? I think we live in very lonely times despite all our technologies for rapid communication. Perhaps this is the quality of life that I see so desirable in the Downton Abby series. These people make time to spend quality time with each other and do not dash off to make a cell phone call, text during a meal, or ignore another while chatting or playing games on a computer. I guess I must be anachronistic.

Does the past influence the present? And if so how much does it affect the present? More research has been done concerning past life experiences and present day maladies such as strange irrational phobias that do not seem to be centered in any present day experience. I have seen reference to psychologists doing past life regression or hypnosis to discover possible roots for unusual fears or concerns. And I think this effort is not wasted time. I have an extreme dislike for walking in the mud to the point where I will walk around it or completely avoid it by not continuing on a pathway. I had somewhat assumed that this attitude was me just being fussy about my clothes, but the origins of this dislike goes to a situation in a past life where I had to walk into the mud to retrieve proof of victories.

As Manfred I had to prove at times that a victory was mine, which meant either capturing (or saving from the ground troops) the pilot and or getting a piece of the downed plane. Often the poor pilot would land or crash in some god forsaken area like No Man’s Land, which was an area void of vegetation and any kind of life. The ground was turned and churned into a thick muck littered with war materials some of which would be corpses of men and animals. An unpleasant experience of sinking into the wet soil that would have sickening crunches that one could never know was a tree branch or a bone. The smell was often moldy or swampy and then occasionally acrid with the stench of flesh rotting. And to make matters worse, it seemed as if the Earth did not want to allow one to proceed or escape from its clutches as if it wanted to make you a part of the loathsome vastness of No Man’s Land.

It brings a grimace to my face just thinking about it. And generally, once you arrived at your destination, you would find the remains of another soldier much like yourself in a mangled condition. It was hard to force that image and reality away to be able to do what must be done. And yes, sometimes we found living pilots and observers in their wrecked planes. If they were really lucky, then they were not too injured and could be escorted back to the airbase. In more difficult situations, one might find themselves having to decide if euthanasia was the best way to handle a situation. No warrior wants to sit for hours in pain waiting to die. I don’t think I ever had to euthanize any of my aerial victories.

But I digress from the topic at hand, which is does the past affect the present. I think the answer is yes based upon my own experiences. I now know why I react the way I do to mud. And I can respect that reaction even though it may seem a bit irrational for this current lifetime. Understanding how the past can affect the present is very useful whether it is used to treat some sort of so called malady or using experience to find inspiration for a present lifetime.

A common poor landing. For some reason many biplanes were very nose heavy – especially the Tri-Fokker!

I have often wished that I had been able to realize sooner that I had past life memories. I think it would have been an asset during my undergraduate years. I think it would have given me focus and drive, and I would have not wasted so much time on irrelevant things and people. I think my direction in life and strengths would have been much clearer and would have acted as a guide for me to explore what I could do with the present. I can look back and see the clues were there but I was ignoring them because of the current popular social norms concerning reincarnation. At least now I am more mature and not so easily a victim of other peoples’ values and I can enjoy and benefit from being me.

Typical devastation of the landscape after a battle. No trees, mud, stagnant water, no animals, no vegetation, corpses, and left over war materials.

I think one of the best parts of having past life memory recall is finding old friends. I don’t think there is anything more intense, more worthy, more valuable, more exciting, or more enriching than finding old friends. That is especially wonderful when the person can recall you as well and does not have any of the odd social stigmas concerning past life memory recall. One gets so tired of the people who always want proof or treat you like you are some kind of devil there to destroy their belief system. That gets really …..old.

I have been blessed with finding several past life friends and have been lucky enough to be able to have a new and continuing friendship with these people. Not all of these work out due to social changes or memory discrepancies. There was one person who I found while doing research on an aviation forum that renewed our friendship from a previous past life that suddenly decided to leave the body and let another use it. I suspect that the life that person was leading was less than fulfilling or even unpleasant at times. She was always worried that her husband might react oddly to the situation, which seemed curious to me since she had told me he knew of her past life memories and had no problem with them. She and I would share emails and chat on the phone especially when she would become so lonely. Her husband had been a long haul trucker and she missed him and felt very alone. And when she stepped out of the body and left without telling me of the desire to leave, the person who was left responded in a very strange and cold fashion. It was like showing up to a party where one was dressed inappropriately to the point of offending everyone at the party. It really hurt my feelings. It took a long time to discover what on earth happened. So sometimes these experiences do not work out. But that can happen in a normal average friendship that has nothing to do with extraordinary situations.

So setting aside the bad situations that can occur, I have discovered the benefits and joy of old friendships greatly outweigh the disturbing bad experiences, which are rare. Good friends are good friends and nothing is worth more than the treasure of friendship which you can take with you past life and into death. It really is the best treasure of all. Forget all the gold and fame.

Another advantage of having relationships with past life friends is that they are willing to listen to situations that “regular” people just cannot understand generally due to their unwillingness to open their minds or simply because they cannot relate. We are better therapists for each other than someone with no experience, and when we help each other sometimes we discover new aspects of ourselves that we were previously unaware of.

This was the first tile setting project I had ever done, and I an pleased to say it turned out pretty good. I know that my old self back in Roman times would have found faults with it, but I give myself a break in that I had never used a wet saw or any kind of cement ever before. We were pleased with the results.

Unexpected remarkable memory recall can allow one to perform tasks that we are not trained for in a current life and the excitement over such a discovery is fun to share with these old friends. I discovered that I had the ability to lay tile, which was something I had never shown interest in or had even tried. I didn’t even realize what was occurring until after I started taking over the project and was barking orders out at people. I was being brought a new bucket of cement for laying the tile in place and was busy smoothing and then scrapping the cement down to place tiles that I started to get strange memory flashes from a life time I had not recalled before. It was Roman. And I had been a Master Tile Setter and owned my own business and was greatly sought after by my wealthy customers. I died when a kiln blew up, which happens if the clay is not done right. It also could have been sabotage considering the two clients I had at the time were bitter rivals. So sharing an experienced like this is appreciated more by old friends with reincarnation memories, and sometimes they were there too, which can bring even more excitement to the revelation.

I am not the first person to say or observe this, but people do seem to reincarnate in circles of friends or in families in some cases. I have several friends that have crossed my path more than once and have been reliable good friends for over 10 years during this lifetime. I am really grateful to have them in my life again.

I came across an artist’s blog where he paints and presents an accelerated film of his painting process, which is quite enjoyable to watch. But there is something about his paintings that makes me always think about my First World War lifetime as a pilot. None of his images that I have seen are of wartime imagery, so I am somewhat perplexed as to why I should think of that time so often when I watch his films of painting. He has mentioned in some of his blogs about using a limited palette of color, but that would imply that I took an avid interest in painting during the war, which I kinda doubt I had time for. It also makes me wonder if we had anyone on the airbases who painted. This would be tough since supplies would be difficult to come by, at least I would think so. But we did manage to get paint to color and decorate our planes so perhaps we had left some aside for more artistic purposes.

So this does bring up an important topic for people with past life recollections in that imagery or photos can have an influence on memory recall. This kind of stimulus can reach inside of one and just pull to the surface all kinds of feelings, thoughts, and images as well. And some of Liam Rainfords’s paintings do remind me of Europe even though I think his inspiration for topics are from his local area of residence which I believe is in Ireland. He also does make a comment about one of his paintings looking like an area in the Netherlands, so perhaps there is something familiar about the scenery. Please take a look at his work even if you don’t have an interest in my past life recollections. His videos of his work are pure enjoyment to watch. Liam Rainsford blog

A common problem faced by many who have past life memories is the stigma that “It’s always famous people that people recall being,” which I think is a myth perpetuated by people who refuse to acknowledge the reality of Past Life Memory Recall.

I think the real problem lies in the fact that if you say you were a farmer in the Sacramento Valley in the 1930’s as opposed to being a movie star in 1930’s Hollywood, no one will listen to you or even want to hear about your experiences unless you were someone famous. And people that lie or have delusions about having Past Life Memory Recall tend to want some kind of attention or help. They are seeking to make themselves into something they are not for some reason. * While on the other hand people with Past Life Memory Recall are only trying to understand who they actually are and not trying to enhance themselves with a false reality.

So this double edge sword get worse by the fact that famous people are often better documented than non famous people, so information is more readily researched. I can say this from a personal experience point of view since I do have at least one life that was fairly notable and it was the first one that I did not ignore when memories surfaced. I had always thought as a child that I had been a pilot that flew old vintage biplanes. I actually had dreams about flying a red biplane, but this meant nothing outside of it being a cool dream because I had no understanding as a 3 year old that having these kind of dreams was significant for a child that had not been exposed to WWI aviation. Perhaps the only exposure was Snoopy and his battle with the Red Baron, and I’m not even sure I really understood what that was all about until I was 6 or 7 years old.

Now I have a website with my WWI aviation memories posted on it and my other past life memories as well, but no one complains or writes derisive comments about the other lifetimes. Think about that. Those other lifetimes were of people that did not have the fame level of my Manfred lifetime. Nobody cares about those lives and there is hardly any documentation concerning those experiences, so those two aspects there fuel to the problems concerning having famous past lives. Apparently, it is human nature or popular culture to only care about those who have been famous. Perhaps people just like to bicker and argue. And the accessible documentation creates another problem, which if the person recalling the memories does not follow the exact documented history, then the person is proclaimed a liar and if the person does follow the exact documented history then the person is considered a fraud because they could have memorized information that was documented. This is really a caught between Scylla and Carybdis predicament.

What is the solution for the person having famous Past Life Memory Recall? Well, one could refuse to acknowledge it, which can actually cause emotional problems in some cases. One could be very public about it and fight everyone who comes attacking, which is awfully stressful. Or one could simply take faith in their memories and accept the truth with a critical eye and not worry about what other people think regardless of whether one shared their knowledge with a few close friends or the general public. This is the attitude that I have adopted. No matter how many rude comments or unbelieving remarks can change who I really am. I am who I am. That is an unchangeable fact of the universe, and I have to live with who I am. If I was a Master Tile Setter in Rome or a famous pilot from World War I, I am still me and those past experiences are part of what makes me who I am today in this lifetime.

If you don’t like who you are, then make changes in this current life to go in a direction that you desire, but don’t allow others to make you ignore or hide who you really are inside. I am of the opinion that knowledge of one’s past life experiences can act as a safety net in those times when one feels like they can’t do things or are alone and hopeless. I know from having been Manfred that I can be a good leader, I have courage, and can learn to deal with difficult people and survive the loss of dear friends. Those are all qualities that have nothing to do with fame. So famous or not, it’s your past life experiences that matter and not the people who come to judge you who are NOT qualified to make erroneous statements.

I have even read a few articles here and there on the Internet about how the use of past life regression has allowed people to get past phobias experienced during this lifetime that had their origins in previous lives. Past Life Recall can be a healthy experience. Just remember to “live” in the past means that you will never move forward onto new experiences and achievements. But you can bring past experiences and memories with you on that new journey as valuable or useful information.

*I have encountered individuals claiming famous lives that I did not believe their claims were based upon any legitimate past life experience or recall. The most obvious one was an individual claiming to have been Alexander the Great, King Louis XIV, and George Washington. The person exhibited no traits of personal or interpersonal skills that would have been required to have been any of those people let alone all three of them. Having been in the military of some sort in most of my life times, I can pretty much guarantee that no soldier would have wanted to follow this person. I know I would not have, and Alexander the Great, King Louis XIV, and George Washington were all successful leaders.